They left the pack house together, the night air cool against her flushed skin. His hand stayed firmly on the small of her back, guiding her up the path to the main house. There was no rush in his steps, just the easy, unhurried pace of someone who didn’t want the moment to end.Inside, the house was quiet, most of the lights dimmed. The faint hum of the refrigerator was the only sound as they stepped into the kitchen.“Sit,” Kieran said, nodding toward one of the bar stools.Aria slid onto the seat, watching as he pulled a few things from the fridge and pantry, bread, cheese, sliced meat, some kind of sauce. There was something strangely captivating about watching him move in this space. Even here, he was sure of himself, every motion deliberate.She p
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